Your Smile Is As Cute As A Baby Seals

Your smiles frozen over, and you stand tall above the water like an iceberg, so tall and elegant in your presentation. But surface-level trickery can’t fool or satiate my scuba diver curiosity. I see through your poorly constructed ruse. I prep my gear, dive deep into your ocean, and discover that underneath the surface-level beauty lies dormant a bummock of cuts and bruises. The true nature of things, the true nature of you. A life packed full of solutionless problems, scribbled out like math equations written on a chalkboard by a genius mathematician who can’t ever prove his theories or get anything to work. Nobody understands him because he can’t even understand the things going on In his own head. Now, enough of the comparisons. Let’s get back to the subject. You’re chronically ill. Your condition is worsening. You present yourself in a positive light while, under the surface, you're withering. I worry for the day when all of your problems become too much for you to bear, and you slip away like an avalanche in the Arctic, never to be seen again.